Only great pain is, as the teacher of great suspicion, the ultimate liberator of the spirit...I doubt whether such pain improves us-but I do know it deepens us.

My genius is in my nostrils.

The gilded sheath of pity sometimes covers the dagger of envy.

Men are even lazier than they are timorous, and what they fear most is the troubles with which any unconditional honesty and nudity would burden them.

I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgetteth himself, and all things are in him: thus all things become his down-going.

If Islam despises Christianity, it has a thousandfold right to do so: Islam at least assumes that it is dealing with men.

So live your life of obedience and of war! What matter about long life! What warrior wisheth to be spared!